"Yo chill, what you doing?" "Nigga... are you robbing me?"

He had the whole bad boy/thug thing going on. His pants were sagged just enough and he had multiple gold chains hanging from his neck and a gold watch. He also had 3 phones on him and the muscles in his arms stood out in shirt. Little did I know he's what I need.

"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday's shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don't let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

Brain on drugs, still ain't go no peace of mind.

"And if a bitch try to play me then that bitch is a goner" Highest Ranks #2 in Teengirl #3 in Humor and #2 in Money